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(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Good evening, sir. Can I help you?

You certainly can.

My friend here never shoots anybody with glasses on...

unless he has to.

Open the gate, friend.

Take the desk.

Come on. Inside, friend, where all the nice money is.

Yes, sir.

Come on. Hurry up.

(GRUNTING)

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Joe, are we open?

Maybe. Why?

There's a Mr. Prentiss outside.

Mr. Mark Prentiss.

The legal eagle?

I saw him on a TV talk show last week.

I asked him to wait.

Ah, never make a lawyer wait, Peggy.

It's very expensive.

Show him in.

Mr. Prentiss, won't you come in?

Thank you.

Mr. Prentiss.

Mr. Mannix.

Can we, uh, get right to the point?

Of course. Please sit down.

Thank you.

I use the safe-deposit vault at the Bedford Hotel.

And last night, that vault was broken into.

Yes, I was just reading about it.

They got away with about $150,000 in jewelry,

a hunk of cash, bonds...

And a briefcase.

A briefcase?

Mine, as it happens.

Recover it by Tuesday, Mr. Mannix,

and I'll write you a check for $5,000.

That's some briefcase.

What was in it?

Papers, depositions...

to be used as evidence in a murder trial.

Useless to anyone else,

but absolutely essential to me, if I'm to free my client.

I must have them back.

Now who's your client?

Vince Adante.

Yeah.

Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Prentiss,

but I suddenly don't like the smell of your briefcase.

Adante is innocent.

Vince Adante doesn't know what the word means.

Mr. Mannix, my client is facing a 20-year sentence.

Suppose a year from now, two years, five...

that missing evidence turns up?

How responsible would you feel for Adante's false conviction?

The law judges a man's guilt on a particular charge.

It acquits a man on the basis of evidence,

and that evidence was in my briefcase in my safe-deposit box

at the Bedford Hotel, and I must have that briefcase back.

It is worth $5,000 to me. But not to me.

Now, I have a great deal of respect for you, counselor,

but I don't like Vince Adante, guilty or innocent.

Now, you'd be wasting your money.

Besides, that briefcase is probably in a sewer by now.

All right, Mr. Mannix...

find me that sewer.

ADAM: Adante?!

You gotta be kidding.

Business that bad, huh, Joe?

Mark Prentiss touched my heart.

Goose feathers.

The DA's got Adante cold.

Prentiss figures the stuff in the briefcase might warm him up.

No chance.

We finally got him nailed and he's gonna stay nailed.

The desk clerk give you anything?

Oh, yeah, yeah. An excellent description of the gun.

Unfortunately, he was too scared

to look up to see who was holding it.

No prints? No other witnesses?

Joe, it was 1:30. The street was empty.

The lobby was empty.

Okay if I talk to this, what's his name, the night clerk?

Christopher. Perry Christopher.

Yeah, but you're gonna have to wait,

'cause last night really ruined him, man.

Doctor's got him in bed and sedated.

You're gonna have to wait a day to get his blood pressure up.

Mm. (PHONE RINGS)

Tobias.

What?

Oh, for...

Tell him to relax.

I'll be right over.

Bedford Hotel.

Everybody who had an extra diamond necklace or bearer bond

stashed in the vault is screaming.

Mind if I tag along?

Sure. Why not?

Save you gas.

MANNIX: Any idea why they hit this particular section, Adam?

I don't know. Maybe they grabbed, Joe.

$125,000 in jewelry and some bonds and cash.

That's not bad for a couple minutes' work.

Oh, come on, Adam, there's stuff in here worth twice that much.

Well, maybe they ran out of time.

They could have heard the elevator, you know.

I don't buy it.

They hit that section like a target,

looted it fast and took off.

So what? So, it bothers me.

Why? They're obviously professionals.

Really?

Yeah, it bothers me when pros play like amateurs.

(CHILDREN CLAMORING IN DISTANCE)

Couple of questions won't hurt, Louie.

Questions, no.

Answers is what gets you killed.

I should be in a box.

Is that what you want, Joe?

The Hotel Bedford take, who's fencing it?

I don't know and I'm glad I don't.

Louie...

Joe, believe me, the stuffs dynamite.

Stay away from it.

Let's have it.

Am I a friend, Joe? Would I steer you wrong?

I told you, lay off.

The big boys are in it.

The Syndicate?

Think I'm getting a chill.

It's the damp.

Who's buying it?

Would you hold out on me, Louie? An old friend?

It's a rumor, just a rumor.

Only fence in town who'd touch it is Eddie Richter.

Richter? I thought he went straight.

About a month, that's all.

Then he went broke.

There's the ones that did it.

What? The ponies.

The ones he bet were bigger, maybe,

but not necessarily faster.

The ponies broke him,

so he needs a score... a big score.

What he'll wind up with is a big sleep.

Yeah, thanks, Louie.

Send me a bill, huh?

Joe.

You gonna see Eddie Richter?

Maybe.

Take flowers.

RICHTER: The Bedford heist.

MANNIX: The Bedford heist.

Oh, are you kidding?

Somebody's putting you on, Mannix.

That's right, Richter, my sources put me right on to you.

Well, you should double-check your sources.

I wouldn't touch a stone of the Bedford heist.

Now, look, Richter, they grabbed a briefcase in that heist.

That's all I'm after.

I ain't got money to pay the phone bill.

You could retire on what I owe in back taxes.

How could I possibly handle a... a deal like the Bedford?

Okay, Richter.

We'll let it ride.

Uh, listen, Eddie...

...if they should just happen to contact you,

and if you just happen to change your mind

about fencing the jewels...

tell the boys I'm only after the briefcase.

And I'm paying for its return.

(DOOR SHUTS) OZZIE: Richter.

Yeah?

What brought Mannix here?

Heat, that's what brought him here.

That stuff from the Bedford's hotter than you told me.

You'll have to cool it off a little more, Ozzie.

Like how much more?

I pay ten on the dollar.

Give me the stuff, Richter.

There you are, Ozzie.

30 cents on the dollar.

20 on the dollar.

Cash.

Now, that's it, Ozzie.

I'm in the wrong end of the business.

Okay, okay.

MANNIX: He'd have gone to 25 if you'd waited, Ozzie.

And don't be a hero!

I've had a bad day.

Keep your hands in sight.

Over there, both of you.

What's this guy want, a piece of the action?

Ask him.

The briefcase.

What are you talking about?

Ozzie, I get very nervous when I have to repeat myself.

What briefcase? I don't know nothing about no briefcase!

Mannix, who are you calling?

I've got this strange feeling that this jewelry's hot.

I'm reporting a robbery, like a good citizen.

Now wait a minute...

The briefcase?

Mannix, I don't even own a briefcase!

(DIALING)

MANNIX: Lieutenant Tobias, please.

Adam? Joe.

I'm in a warehouse over on 26th,

between Western and Holloway.

Yeah, Eddie Richter's office.

I've got...

(GUNSHOTS)

(GUNSHOTS)

(FOOTSTEPS)

RICHTER: Ozzie... No!

(GUNSHOT)

TOBIAS: Did you get any information out of Richter

before he was gunned?

Broke or not, Richter was buying the jewels.

How about the guy selling?

Richter called him Ozzie.

He was a big blond guy about, oh, six two,

well over 200 pounds; Round face, cleft in the chin.

I never saw him before,

but there's got to be a yellow sheet on him somewhere.

What about the guy with the shotgun?

Did you get a look at him? It was too dark up there.

But my guess is he'll show up again.

Why?

Well, the jewels went too cheap.

And they didn't bother picking them up.

I don't think it's the jewels they're after.

Then what?

Blood.

Good morning, Mr. Prentiss. Morning.

Mr. Mannix is on his way down.

Would you like to wait in his office?

Yes, thank you.

Good morning, Mr. Prentiss.

Good morning.

I take it you've seen the paper.

Uh, yes, with my breakfast.

Well, then you know the police think the man you saw

negotiating with Richter in the warehouse last night

was one of the pair who robbed the Bedford Hotel.

The man Richter called Ozzie?

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Well? What about the briefcase?

Well, I asked Ozzie about it.

He says he didn't know a thing about any briefcase.

Oh, no, that's not possible.

You mean Ozzie was lying to me?

Well, he had to be.

Yeah... it's just amazing.

It's amazing, Mr. Prentiss, how many people lie to me.

Which is why I called you here this morning.

Why are you lying to me?

Now, I can just sit here and wait until you level with me,

or I can kiss your job good-bye. It's up to you.

Well, what motive would I have for lying to you?

Maybe the same one Ozzie had.

Keep the contents of the briefcase a secret.

Now, what was in the briefcase?

I told you: legal papers.

No dice, Mr. Prentiss.

Try again.

Well, all right.

Not papers, exactly.

Then what, exactly?

Cash.

How much cash... exactly?

A million dollars.

A million dollars.

To protect a witness whose testimony will prove

that Vince Adante is innocent.

The money was put together as a defense fund.

Why didn't you level with me from the beginning?

I was pledged to secrecy.

By whom?

Mr. John Larkin.

He collected the money.

Well, I must say, you know some lovely people, Mr. Prentiss.

You mean Johnny Larkin, don't you? Vince Adante's right arm?

Yes.

Mr. Mannix, I am personally accountable for that money.

And you're getting heat?

A great deal of it.

From Mr. John Larkin?

Mr. Mannix, these are violent men.

I need help.

Yeah. At least.

My own machine, I can't even hit.

What you need, Johnny, is a jackpot... a big one.

Like a million dollars worth of quarters.

I squeezed a lot of lemons, Mannix, to raise that much cash.

Had to prove your beloved Vince Adante is innocent, right?

If you don't believe Vince is in the clear,

why did you take the case?

Looking for the truth.

You're getting the truth.

The money was in the briefcase.

Somebody found out we were going to use it for Vince's defense,

so they ripped it off.

Who knew the money was in the hotel vault?

Me, the lawyer Prentiss, Adante.

That's all.

And the boys who lifted it.

We won't forget about them.

Any idea how they knew?

Nothing I can prove.

Was it an inside job?

Well, if I knew that, I wouldn't need you, would I?

Prentiss could have engineered it himself.

But then if he did, why would he hire me?

Maybe he just wanted to look good.

I saw him an hour ago.

He looked awful.

Johnny...

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were busy.

LARKIN: It's okay. Come in.

This is Joe Mannix.

Ruth Adante, Vince's wife.

Mrs. Adante.

Mr. Mannix.

Did you see Vince?

Yes.

Well? You told him the money was taken?

Yes.

I'm glad I wasn't there.

I'll bet he was mad enough to tear the bars off the cell door.

Poor Vince.

He was really counting on that witness in the trial.

Mrs. Adante...

you do want to see your husband free, don't you?

Of course.

Any wife would.

Why do you ask?

Well, it's not exactly a trade secret that a marriage...

here and there... isn't necessarily made in heaven.

Mr. Mannix, I love Vince.

That's not exactly a trade secret either.

And yet, you weren't at Vince's first trial,

and except to see him yesterday, you haven't applied for

a visitor's pass at the county jail.

I checked.

Vince knows how unbearable it is for me to see him in prison.

I hate it.

That's understandable.

Good day.

Mr. Mannix...

Mark Prentiss told me what you think of my husband.

But if he's innocent in this case...

surely that must mean something to you.

That means everything, Mrs. Adante...

if he's innocent.

And I mean to find out.

(GUNFIRE ON TELEVISION)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

(GUNFIRE, EXPLOSIONS ON TELEVISION)

Mr. Christopher?

I'm Joe Mannix. I called.

Oh, yes, uh... come in.

Thank you.

Well, will you excuse me a minute?

I, uh... was watching a war movie.

It calms my nerves. How do you feel?

Better. Much better, thank you.

These pills help.

Won't you sit down?

Thank you. I'll be as brief as possible.

Well, thank you, Mr. Mannix.

I do tire easily.

Now... what would you like to talk about?

The night of the Bedford robbery.

I told the police everything.

There was a briefcase stolen.

Briefcase?

Well, I didn't know about that.

It wasn't in the papers.

Why would they take a briefcase?

For a pretty good reason.

There was a million dollars in it.

A million...?

I asked my secretary to check out the hotel and find out

who knew which guests rented which safe-deposit boxes.

Myself, and Mr. Turner.

Mr. Turner's the day clerk.

Right.

Oh, uh... the job was done at night,

so that brings us back to you.

Who assigned Mr. Mark Prentiss his safety-deposit box?

Mr. Prentiss? Why, I did.

You're sure.

The day clerk couldn't have done it?

Oh, no, no.

Mr. Prentiss came in at night, when I was on the desk.

Well, the briefcase was in his box.

With the money in it.

Mr. Mannix...

Take it easy, Christopher.

Mr. Mannix, you're implying that I was in on that robbery!

Well, if you weren't, it's easy enough to prove.

If you were, if you helped set it up,

you're going to need more than a doctor to cure you.

You're in with killers.

They'll pour the pills into you, Mr. Christopher... lead pills.

Well, the police believed what I told them.

I work longer hours than they do.

I...

I've told you all I know.

(TURNS TV ON, GUNFIRE BEGINS)

Sure.

But if you should happen to change your mind, call me.

You know, Mr. Christopher,

if you're gonna get mixed up in a war,

that's the best kind.

The only place you can get killed...

is at the box office.

(DOOR SHUTS)

Come on, Joe, you're not back

on that briefcase again, are you?

Well, the briefcase is the answer, Adam.

That was the target, not the jewelry.

Well, could be Prentiss is conning you

about the amount of cash in it.

No, no, no, Johnny Larkin backed up his story.

I think Prentiss is scared of all that muscle.

All he wants to do is get that money back for Adante's defense.

Believe me, there is nothing the defense can do for Adante.

We got him cold.

DA's going into court with an airtight case.

Yeah...

Hot, huh?

I love it.

Yeah. Have some more.

Mmm.

And now, don't be too sure

about that airtight case.

Prentiss could blow it wide open.

I've seen him work on a jury.

No way.

He's going up this time.

Hey, what about that clown

that tried to fence the stuff to Richter?

That Ozzie character.

Did you get anything on him?

Ozzie Atwater.

He's out of Detroit.

We showed the night clerk at the hotel a mug shot of him,

and he couldn't identify him.

Yeah, well, maybe Mr. Christopher is too scared to.

Nothing to tie Christopher to the job.

Yeah.

Except a little human greed.

Well, I've gotta run.

Enjoy your lunch.

(SIGHS)

Hi, Joe.

What are you doing here so late?

Worrying why you're so late.

Where you been? Out digging wells. All dry.

Any calls? Mm-hmm.

Who? He didn't leave his name.

But he sounded real uptight.

I told him you were late, and you are late.

If it's important, he'll call back.

Why don't you go home?

Okay. Good night, Joe.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Mr. Christopher?

Why did Christopher come to see you, Joe?

What was he gonna tell you?

Well, he must've had a piece of the action

and figured he was in too deep.

Maybe he thought if he told me his end of it,

I'd either square him with the police

or protect him from the hoods.

ADAM: Yeah. Obviously, he thought wrong.

Listen, Adam, I'd like you to release a story to the press.

What kind of story?

That Christopher lived just long enough

to fill me in on the Bedford heist.

So that whoever gunned Christopher can come after you

when the paper hits the streets? No!

Adam, the odds are they'll try and deal before they shoot.

It's too risky, Joe. No!

Nobody just hands you any answers.

There's got to be some risk.

Okay, but I put two men on you around the clock.

Okay. But nobody makes a move until I blow the whistle.

Let's hope you get to blow it.

The Dispatch says the night clerk confessed

that he was involved in the Bedford robbery.

He was.

And that before he died, he spoke to you.

Oh, not for long.

He only lived for a few seconds.

Did he manage to tell you

where the briefcase was or who took it?

I'm afraid I can't tell you that, Mr. Prentiss.

Well, why not?

Orders of Lieutenant Tobias.

Mr. Mannix, I am entitled to whatever facts you have.

After all, you're working for me.

That's right, but the city issues my license.

I'd hate to have it revoked.

I have only 72 hours before the Adante case comes to trial.

Do you realize the consequences

if I cannot produce that witness?

To you or Vince Adante?

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello.

Yes, he is.

It's Ruth Adante for you.

Yes, Mrs. Adante?

Fine. About a half hour?

Yes, I'm leaving Mr. Prentiss's now.

Well, what does she want with you?

Well, I won't know that till I get there, will I, counselor?

Oh, by the way, there's one small problem.

The police have been following me.

I wonder if I could leave you the keys

to my car and use yours?

Oh, yes, I... I suppose so.

My car is in the driveway.

Thank you.

Mr. Mannix...

I don't think you'll have to visit Mark Prentiss again.

Oh?

My husband has decided to hire another lawyer.

I usually like to get fired by the same person who hired me.

Mr. Mannix, you're not being fired.

Mr. Prentiss is.

Vince is dumping him.

Doesn't your husband trust his own lawyer, Mrs. Adante?

Or is it you, Johnny?

Are you giving Prentiss the knife because you think

he had something to do with the robbery?

I think what Vince thinks, that's all.

The reason is not important, Mr. Mannix.

What is important is that I would like you

to go to work for me.

Will you?

Find that briefcase for Mrs. Adante, Mannix,

and we'll double the ante.

That's ten grand.

Okay?

Mm...

Why hesitate, Mr. Mannix?

Who's gonna tell Mr. Prentiss that he's no longer my client?

Well, I wouldn't worry about that.

Mr. Prentiss will be told.

(ENGINE STARTS, TIRES SQUEAL)

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(ENGINE REVS, TIRES SQUEAL)

(TIRES SQUEAL)

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

(TIRES SQUEAL)

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(ENGINE ROARING)

(TWO GUNSHOTS)

(TIRES SQUEAL)

(TWO GUNSHOTS)

(TWO GUNSHOTS)

(GUNSHOT)

(ENGINE STARTING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(CAR DOORS SHUT, ENGINE STARTS)

(CAR DEPARTS)

Okay, you were driving Prentiss's car.

They thought Prentiss was in it

and they were gunning for him, not you.

Now tell me why.

Well, maybe Vince Adante and Johnny Larkin think

that Prentiss double-crossed them.

That he walked off with the briefcase

and the million dollars.

What do you think?

I think you ought to get in touch with Prentiss

before they discover he wasn't in his car.

We're working on that, Joe.

One thing's come up that bothers me.

Ballistics checked the slug from the night clerk's body

with the slug that killed Eddie Richter at the warehouse.

They match?

No, they don't.

I didn't think they would.

(PHONE RINGS)

Tobias.

Okay.

Yeah.

Prentiss had to make a quick flight to San Francisco...

...but he'll be back tonight.

PRENTISS (OVER TAPE RECORDER): My feeling, Ruth,

is that you are making a mistake.

I have always done a satisfactory job

for your husband,

and this dismissal, on the eve of his trial,

strikes me as an unwarranted rejection.

(IN DISTANCE, A CAR ARRIVES; CAR DOORS OPEN & CLOSE)

New paragraph.

From a legal point of view...

(DOORBELL RINGS)

...it would be disastrous to change attorneys at this point.

I have already prepared an appeal,

which I am confident will be accepted.

All this, of course, is based on the contingency

that the witness does not make an appearance in court.

End of letter.

He's still warm, Joe.

He can't have been dead more than half an hour, maybe less.

Yeah.

I think we just missed the killer.

Whoever it was, Prentiss must've been expecting him.

Johnny Larkin maybe.

Lieutenant Tobias.

I've got a homicide.

802 Finley.

How do you figure he was expecting whoever it was?

Hear the tape.

The tape was running when we came in.

Rerunning.

Somebody was playing it back,

heard our car drive up, and split.

Say that again.

Well, if somebody had come into the room and shot Prentiss

while he was taping, there'd be a gunshot on the tape.

Now, if it was a stranger and interrupted Prentiss,

there'd be maybe a half sentence,

like, uh, "Who are you? What are you doing?"

What do you want?"... that sort of thing.

Mm, Joe...

Adam, if you're dictating a letter and somebody walks

into the room, what do you do?

Signal I'll be done in a minute,

uh, finish the sentence, turn off the machine.

Right.

So Prentiss knew whoever it was that killed him.

Question is... why did get killed?

Maybe Prentiss double-crossed Adante, took the money.

Aw, somebody steals a million dollars from you,

you don't kill him before you get it back.

How do you know he didn't get it back?

If Prentiss took the money,

it would be in a bank vault or Switzerland.

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT RADIO COMMUNICATION)

OFFICER: Right.

Lieutenant? Yeah?

Emergency call for you.

You're wanted at Pier 11, San Pedro.

They say what it's about? No, sir.

Could be something. Joe, you want to come along?

Right behind you.

DISPATCHER (OVER RADIO): 12-M-79, clear.

Johnny Larkin.

How was he killed?

Very slowly.

Morning, Joe.

Good morning, Peggy.

I'll get the coffee on.

Yeah, don't bother.

Sit down, uh... let's talk.

What's wrong, Joe?

Mark Prentiss.

Joe, you were hired to find a briefcase, not to protect him.

And you can't blame yourself.

Then why do I feel guilty?

Vince Adante's trial goes to the jury today.

I know.

I took this case because I thought there was

an outside chance Adante was innocent.

Prentiss sounded as though he believed it.

Ruth Adante sounds as though she believes it.

Do you?

I'm not sure what I believe.

According to Tobias, there's no chance for an acquittal.

Now Vince Adante will be on his way to prison sometime today.

Yeah. And I guess that...

On his way to prison.

He's guilty, Joe, briefcase or no briefcase.

And I'll bet on it.

No, that's not what I meant.

It's what the money was for.

Johnny Larkin squeezed out a million bucks, all right,

but it wasn't for any defense fund.

What are you talking about?

Get me Tobias on the phone, fast.

Lieutenant Tobias, please.

Joe, are you sure you know what you're doing?

For the first time

since Prentiss walked into this office.

Yes? Oh, thank you.

Adam's on his way to court.

Get 'em to patch you through. Stay with it.

Well, what do I say?

Tell him he's gonna need

every car and cop available.

Adante's greased the way with a million bucks.

He's gonna make a break for it at the courthouse.

...yeah, if you're wrong,

I'm gonna be back patrolling the boondocks.

I know I'm right, Adam.

That money was raised to bankroll an escape.

Did Prentiss really believe the money was for a witness?

No, they conned the counselor into thinking

there actually was a witness.

Johnny Larkin raised that million bucks

to make it look good, then stole it back.

The Bedford robbery was just a cover-up.

All they were interested in was that briefcase.

18-22, fast.

What about the desk clerk?

Oh, he was the inside man.

Larkin cut him in and then paid him off with a slug

when he got shaky and came to my office.

Lieutenant Tobias.

I'm at the courthouse.

We've been tipped there's gonna be a breakout

at the Adante trial.

That's right.

I want every available unit.

I want the whole area sealed off.

You better be guessing right.

It all fits, Adam. When that briefcase disappeared,

Larkin told Adante that it was Prentiss

who double-crossed them, but it wasn't Prentiss.

Larkin had planned on keeping that money for himself.

All he had to do was sit tight

and wait for the jury to take care of Adante.

How long is it gonna take 'em to seal off this area?

A couple of minutes.

(GUNSHOT, PEOPLE SCREAMING)

First one to stick his head out of this courtroom

gets it shot off.

Use that Lieutenant, and we blow their heads off!

Drop it!

Come on, Vince, let's... Shut up!

Who's the hero?

That's Mannix.

Okay, we lose the girls. No, they're...

Lose 'em, I said!

The fuzz'll buy us more time.

You'll never make it, Vince.

Watch me.

Get back in there!

Still think we won't make it, Mannix, huh?

Get in there!

Move it, Rick!

(ENGINE REVS, TIRES SCREECH)

(SIRENS APPROACH)

Swing around fast!

They got us boxed in, Vince.

You guys are splitting a big hunk of money, so unbox us!

Yeah, well, we can't plow through that, buddy.

(POLICE CAR'S TIRES SQUEALING)

Adante...

you have three minutes.

Throw out your weapons

and come out of the van with your hands up.

There's no way out, Vince; you lose.

Not yet.

ADANTE: You with the horn!

Can you hear me?

I hear you.

You better pull 'em back,

or I'm gonna throw you a dead cop!

What a mess. How did they get on to us?

I don't know.

I tipped 'em, Vince.

How did you figure it, hero?

Well, it all added up.

By the way, which one of your mechanics

dumped Johnny Larkin in the ocean?

Guess.

Did he say where the briefcase was before he got wet?

Or did your wife find out he had it in the safe,

so she had him killed for you...

and then got the show back on the road.

Hey, Vince, what are we gonna do?

Shut up!

Captain. Chief.

Adante doesn't have much to lose.

How much time's left?

Two minutes.

Use your horn again.

Adante...

can you hear me?

You have two minutes.

They ain't movin', Vince, not a car.

Maybe they'll deal if we give them the cop and Mannix.

I make the deals, not them! Me!

You two know how to pray?

Let me have the mike.

It's a '74 Chevrolet van, blue and white,

blue and white stripes on top.

The license number is

567 FTW.

Repeat: 567 FTW.

Got that?

OFFICER (OVER RADIO): Roger. CAPTAIN: Have two helicopters

follow them, no matter where they go.

And have the black and whites running parallel.

OFFICER (OVER RADIO): Yes, sir.

Do we pull 'em back?

Pull 'em back.

All right, everybody back!

Pull 'em back! Everybody!

(ENGINES STARTING)

They're moving, Vince.

They folded!

Yeah, I figured all I had to do

was throw a cop into the pot and they'd fold.

You won't make it to the border.

All I have to make it to is an airstrip.

Hey, Rick,

when you're clear, floor it!

And don't worry about a ticket!

The cop here'll fix it.

(LAUGHING)

Open up the back.

(GRUNTS)

(TIRES SQUEALING)

(SIRENS APPROACHING)

You better start worrying, Mannix,

because someday I'm gonna hit the streets again,

and when I do, I'm gonna pay you back.

Sure, Vince.

Give me a call in about 20 years.

I'm in the phone book.

You all right?

Maybe a little whiplash.

Sue 'em.